A/N: Thnx to Jessica and IRWEIRDO for reviewing! Keep it going, and I'll keep on writing!

First Meeting- 11:30

[Okay everyone, not that you've found your rooms *Kikyo glares at the speaker box*, we'll begin our first meeting!]

<cast shifts nervously in their seats. They are all in the living room with Sesshomaru, Naraku, and Jaken sharing a couch, Sango and Miroku at the coffee table, and Kagome in a cushion on the floor. A large dust ball is behind her (Kouga and Inuyasha fighting to sit next to Kagome) and Kikyo drifts in the corner, warily eyeing the young fox Shippo as he stares curiously at her>

[We've decided to start giving out points to everyone, not that they'll really matter for anything, and everyone will start today with 100 points.]

Naraku: Who's we?

[We, the people who produced this show.]

Naraku: Oh…

[Now during the week you'll be here, we'll be constantly adding and subtracting points, depending on what I decide. Let's see…*cast looks apprehensive* Oh yes, all the guys here, even Shippo, get 50 points added because…well, they're all damn cute. Except Jaken. *Jaken scowls* I just don't like you. You remind me of a prune in both the looks and smells department, so instead of adding 50, I think we'll take off 200.]

Jaken: ~0_0~ (~ = wrinkles)

[Kikyo, you'll have to suffer because I hate you so I'll just give you 500 points now.]

<Kikyo grins>

[But you just grinned, so now I'll take off 520]

<Kikyo takes out her anger by creating a thunderstorm (ghosts can do that, you know). Inside the living room>

Sesshomaru: My eyeliner!

Naraku: Aww, shuddup.

Sesshomru: Naru -poo? Don't you love me anymore?! *whimpers*

Kikyo: Storms make him grumpy.

Sesshomaru: Oh, oka- Hey! How would you know?

Kikyo: *sweatdrop*

Naraku: *grumpy sweatdrop*

[Anyways, continuing, I'd like to-]

<stops, noticing Inuyasha and Kouga for he first time>

Dust ball: Grr…Woof….Bark….She's MY woman!

<Kagome pulls out a device that has the words 'Dog Translator' emblazoned across the front in bright red letters on it. She points it at the constantly shifting dust ball and after a few feedback squeaks words start to pour out>

CENSORED

(No, I'm not telling what, I'd have to up this fic to an R then!)